Feelings Armour Masked
Sadly a mask
by any other name
would not hurt
any less intensely.
The mask allows us
to go on at least
yet awhile with tears
safely hidden
behind a smile.
As our feet we set
anew, we struggle
on, strive to get
through, as our other
cheek, we turn anew.
And pray with good
Grace, good turns to
do. We wear a mask
our muddied flesh, yet
in Christ our Savior;
we are eternally blessed.
‘Take up the complete
suit of armour from God.’
Stand firm in loins girded
about with truth, wearing
breastplate of righteousness
feet shod in the equipment,
of the good news of peace.
‘Above all things, take up,
the large shield of faith,
with which YOU will be
able to quench all the
wicked one’s burning
missiles. Also, accept the
helmet of salvation, and
the sword of the spirit,
that is, God’s word, while
with every form of prayer
and supplication YOU
carry on prayer on every
occasion in spirit. And to
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poem by Terence George Craddock
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